Peppa

6. Daddy and Daughter

A frown settled on my face, “But Daddy, yuh know me did worry bout him and uncle. And yet still yuh tell me him deh Montego Bay wid him fada.”

“I’m sorry Prom.” he started, “I thought that was right at the time.”
It was the next day and my dad and I were on facetime, talking about how he hid Makai from me.
Makai was really important to me, he was my first love. I grew up with him and because a circumstances I lost him, me hate seh me fada do that but me nah wull nothing over him head.

“No more secrets.” I told him.

“No more.”

My dad and I had the best relationship, and when he ran away to America that neva change nothing. We still talked almost every day and he still spoiled me.

“Promise Amoura.”
“Yes daddy?”

“Me need yuh fi watch yuh head back. Me know Peppa tell yuh bout the plan. Yuh nuh know who ago wah tek yuh three points. Just stay close to Peppa and Trigga dem and tek care a yuh self. Nuh make all a the training them go to waste.”

“Okay, I will.”

“I love you. Ago call yuh lata.” he said

“Love you too.”

With that I hung up. I slumped down into my bed. My head hurting slightly from the drinks I had last night.

My mind drifted slowy to the first summer I visited my dad in America.

“Amoura wull the gun good, unless it ago fling yuh back.” my dad stated firmly.
He use to sing seh him nah get me mix up inna nuh a this but now him a teach me fi buss gun. Me nuh understand him eno but me just follow everything him seh.

I held unto the gun firmly and fired, it went throw the arm part of the target practice poster.

I looked at him for approval.
“Good baby, try a head shot now, just like me show yuh.” he said.

I did as he said and the bullet went straight through the poster head.
“Bomboclaattt.” he said and I laughed.

We had been at this for a while and I was getting tired.
“Daddy me tired eno.”

“Alright, tomorrow we practice again.”

He took the gun from me and put on the safety.

“Promise,” he started, “Mi need yuh fi militant. Me need yuh fi look out a yuh eye dem 24/7. And nuh trust a soul, memba a the same friend dem weh did a hail we, mek me and yuh uncle affi run weh. Me nuh deh deh fi protect yuh and neither is Cipher cause a one year me nuh hear from him, suh me need yuh fi watch yuh head back yer. Protect you and yuh mada. ”

I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

That summer was the start to many training sessions. And I soon knew everything my father did, but there was a price fi pay fi that. Me neva three show emotions like I used to, and certain things neva make me feel a way again. There was even one point where I had stopped showing emotions completely and my mom had to take me to therapy.

I was better now but I was still my father’s child.

Cruel and brave, juss like him.

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